Domhani Bairdéir 01

[Maidhc O Casain]

Something Wicked . . .

After Post Segment 12 REC Phase, I have injuries to Béar (12 BODY left of 15), Athelstan (down to 10 BODY of 12), Gealach (13 BODY of 15), and Gavril (10 BODY remaining of 17). All of these party members sustained one wound.

(See OOC thread for info on magical healing).

Many of the party are still short a few END, and no one is missing any STUN. Everyone looks fairly fit to pick up the fight again except Cerallos, who is sitting down on an overturned table and breathing very hard - he looks completely exhausted.

Outside, everything remains very quiet.

 

[mleibrock]

Skáth

Upstairs -

The chair caromes across the room, knocking the Censer out of the protective circle and across the room before Skáth can get to it. As it tumbles across the floor, the censer springs open and a powdery substance - two tones of gray - puffs out and scatters across the floor. The Censer comes to rest, open, against the far wall of the room.

The Censer does indeed have a pattern etched into one of the halves - a flower like pattern covers what would be proportionate to the arctic circle on a modern globe. The markings strike a chord in Skáth's memory.

OOC: Roll an intelligence check to see if Skáth remembers where he's seen the pattern before.

Int roll = int roll (1d6=4, 1d6=3, 1d6=4)

 

[Pan]

Not going to relax yet

Daesaigh slowly creeps to the window by the front door. He pulls the table back and looks to see if anyone can be seen outside while maintaining as much cover as he can.

Daesaigh rolls 3d6, getting [4,2,3] = (9) Perception

"I'll not rest easy until I know that thing is dead."

 

[draven14]

Cerallos

That just about did me in...I've got to see this night through!
Cerallos picks up his quarterstaff, then takes a few deep breaths, takes a drink from his waterskin, walks around to look for his 2 daggers and javelin he threw, and heads upstairs to see if Skath and Bear have found anything. He sees them in a room looking at a strange object on the floor.
"What is it you have found?"

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

The View from Here

Deasaigh creeps up to the window and peers outside. He sees no sign of the Shadow creature, but he does see numerous piles of bones scattered about the grounds. As far as he can tell with his limited view, there are no 'live' skeletons anywhere about.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Int roll = int roll (1d6=4, 1d6=3, 1d6=4)

Skáth definitely remembers seeing the flower-like design from the Censer recently (since he came to the Wickshine's Last Inn), but he cannot recall exactly where.

 

[Pan]

Preventative measure

Daesaigh quickly, but cautiously goes outside and starts collecting femurs from each individual skeleton. He does this in case there is any attempt to re-animate the undead lackeys. He is a little grumpy and begins to grumble to himself, much like a mother after spanking her children;


"Try to ............I'll show you...........Think you can just walk in here and...........I was trying to sleep."

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

The Bone Collector

Deasaigh steps out the door, muttering to himself and collecting bones. Once he gets a double armful and looks around, however, he realizes there are far too many skeletons for him to disable all of them. In fact, there are hundreds upon hundreds of them. There's no telling how many generations of the dead rose from their graves this night - or whose call they were answering.

 

[arkansasdave]

upstairs

That just about did me in...I've got to see this night through!
Cerallos picks up his quarterstaff, then takes a few deep breaths, takes a drink from his waterskin, walks around to look for his 2 daggers and javelin he threw, and heads upstairs to see if Skath and Bear have found anything. He sees them in a room looking at a strange object on the floor.
"What is it you have found?"

to Cerallos:
I don't know what this orb is, but all the yelling stopped when we knocked it out of the lines.

to Skath:
Have you in your life ever seen such a thing?

 

[Mattress]

Athelstan stews

Upon watching Desaigh on his bone collecting stroll, Ashelstan hungrily muses to himself:

I wonder what taste you'd get from one a' THOSE as a soup bone?

He quickly shakes his head and tries to get this morbid thought out of his head.

Must be hungrier than I thought... jeez.